H.E.R

H.E.R

She’s clothed in a coat of many colors,

But the one that blazes through is red—

Red like the blood, the sweat, the tears

Spilled along the journey.

A path paved with choices—

Each one birthing consequences.

Then come the sacrifices,

The ones she’s compelled to make,

Because that’s life.

Her color fades in and out,

But it never leaves her.

Born a Queen, she serves with grace.

Her words—aged like fine wine—

Sweet on the lips,

But sharp enough to cut deep.

Don’t sleep on her.

Breathing, shining, stunning—

She graces every room

With a beauty that radiates

Deeper than sunlight.

Yellow may be her birthstone,

But red suits her soul.

Even in red, she stands tall,

Bearing the weight of choices made,

Knowing that sacrifice

Is the language of survival.

She walks,

She weeps,

She rises—

A warrior draped in the hues of her past,

Yet painting a future all her own.

With every step,

She rewrites the story—

No longer just surviving,

But truly living.

~ Quills

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About The Author

Acquilla Kou

I am a freelance storyteller who founded Maternal Ark, inspired by my own journey through motherhood. I’m a proud mother to a six-year-old who represents the best part of my world. My aim is to provide mothers from all corners of the world with the opportunity to share their experiences of motherhood through their unique perspectives.

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